Rain — New Poems
The wind hit my face with the mist of your teardrops, I’m drowning in the fog of your wrath while preparing for a heavy downpour up ahead. Why am I drowning in your self-misery? It’s a question I ask every day.
Ugh — Jaded
Another friend slipped away. The devotion of love came to her presence, defining my future with a good friend, while trying to maintain the relationship we already had. This right is bitter, righteous, and just downright wrong.
The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded
Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in…
Love Burns Bones — Jaded
Love drains my soul, heart, body, mixing with the water of my teardrops. I’m left carrying a heavy burden— missed melodies, sorry melancholy. Whispering to the heavens, “What did I do?” but bracing for karma to flash before my heavy eyes. Strap in. Let’s…
The Cost of Return — Jaded
If I had a dollar for every time someone left my life, I would be a billionaire. If I had a dollar for every time they left and came back, I would have nothing. Because absence has value. But return—return costs me everything. The reopening of doors, the…
Essence of Others — Jaded
Carrying the weight of broken discharge, blood-tears from a heart used and undone, categorized by the enders of whispering plants, puddling up with splashes of memories. Hazy air brushes the backdrop, fluttering with hazel dew. I break beneath the…
Calling Drunk — Jaded
Pasting by the life we built, like films on a movie board— the beginning, the middle, the ending. We created scenes of happy days, torn apart by the pain of others’ jealousy. Their envy lingered, a shadow on our brightest frames, turning laughter into…
The Bitter Symphony of Broken Hearts — Journal Entries 2023
Life is good when your heart breaks. Life is good when your mind goes full throttle and you’re pouring down tears of rain caused by their “revenge conspiracies.” Yeah, conspiracies. I mean, at this point, it’s so believable that my people, places, and…
The joys of loving someone shouldn’t be a battle. — An Inconvenient Attachment
The joys of loving someone shouldn’t be a battle. Everyday compassion, character, power, strength, that foresee every obstacle that lies ahead. You were my light. You were my stigma, my everyday thought. Now you let me down.…
Take my heart, sell it to the man downtown. — An Inconvenient Attachment
Take my heart, sell it to the man downtown. Sell it to the man outside! Useless, dragging, bleeding! Torn into pieces, rebuild it into someone else. Someone new will take my body, even though all I needed was you,…